An Unexpected Trip

Ever wake up and feel as if you could conquer the world?  That was me yesterday.

OK...  that's not entirely true.

After waking up and enjoying two cups of coffee along with my morning devotional time - I felt as if I could conquer the world.  Or at least my daily To-Do list.

I started with stripping the sheets off our bed and hauling it down to the laundry room.  And that's when it happened.  I somehow misjudged where I was and missed that bottom step, causing me to land awkwardly on my right foot and then pitch forward.  Dropping the bedding; but managing to catch myself on the laundry sorter without completely ending up sprawled on the floor.  ('Cause I'm all super graceful that way)

I knew immediately I was going to be sore from this.  My hip and thigh felt a little tender and my ankle hurt. But since there was no apparent bruising or swelling I didn't think too much about it.  As the day progressed the hip felt better.  The ankle did not.  As a matter of fact - by the time the Man of the House  was headed home it was hurting quite a bit!

This is my current reality.  One sprained ankle.  One ace bandage. An occasional ice pack.   A lot of tyenol and ibuprofen.

And a mental note to self to watch that bottom step!

Don't Call Me "Grace"

I've never been exactly coordinated.  I'm the gal who can trip on nothing.  No, not my own feet - Nothing!  I have been known to be so caught up in my own thoughts, or a conversation, or looking at something that I have walked right smack into a wall.  I stub my toes more times in a month than I care to count.

Today, while leaving to get the Little Man off to school, I fell down the stairs.

This isn't exactly a new thing for me.  I often trip up the stairs.  Or slip down a stair or two.  Once I even fell down the concrete front entrance steps at work.  In front of several people.  It wasn't a slip, or a slide, or a trip.  That time it was a full on head-over-heels tumble.  Resulting with me ending up sprawled on the ground at the bottom of those steps with a scraped up leg, a bruised elbow, and some hurt pride.  That time was definitely worse than this morning.

I was preparing to dash out the door with coffee in hand, when I slipped.  Or something.  I'm not very clear on how this fall started.  I just know I took a few steps and next thing I knew I realized I was pitching forward.  Two very clear thoughts went through my head in about a half second flat. 

1) Grab the railing!!
2) Don't spill the coffee!!

I think I grabbed the rail at some point, but my hand slid right off and I ended up lying sideways on the stairs in a rather crooked position.  With some serious pain shooting through my right hip and thigh and all up and down the right arm.  I had to take a minute to sit on the stairs and compose myself.  While the pain subsided to a dull ache.  All the while reassuring The Little Man that I was fine.

I did manage not to spill the coffee.  Just splashed a little on my left hand.  So, there's the bright side of the whole incident.